Jizzelle experiences spring anew with a daytime exhibition, er, outing near the National Cathedral. She musters her courage and not only overcomes her fears of emerging during the daylight hours but does it with witnesses. Her delight warms her for hours well after her Titanic moment came over her.
The headlines says it all! Dawn looks absolutely stunning in her Marilyn Monroe makeup. We coupled that with Old Hollywood lighting from the 1950s and both a modern lens for crispness and a soft-focus lens to lend a sense of dreaminess. Makeup and Photography by Elizabeth Anne Taylor, Makeovers with Elizabeth Taylor.
To get Dawn’s look, mention Old Hollywood when you book your appointment.
Look into my eyes. What do you see? What do you feel?
Featuring Elizabeth Anne Taylor as herself. Makeup and photography by Elizabeth Anne Taylor.
Makeup and Photography by Elizabeth Anne Taylor. Featuring Elizabeth Anne Taylor as Madame Elizabeth. Custom corsetry by Marie of The Fitting Room in Seattle.
Kimberly Moore is The Frock Chick in this month’s Frock Magazine! Read her article discussing her journey at http://frockmagazine.com/frock-chick-kimberley-moore/
Makeup and Photography by Elizabeth Anne Taylor (me)!
Jizzelle posed for me in a fantasy photo shoot last week, where I sought to create the moody shadows and feeling of eroticism that I’ve seen in some of Helmut Newton’s photography. She sought to express the emotional highs and lows that she’s experienced in her years of dressing and dating as a woman. We started with basic headshots and then moved on to her role for the evening…
Jizzelle took painstaking care to get ready for her late night date with James, a guy she met online last month. They’d been chatting regularly since and then finally he asked her out. She meticulously shaved her whole body, going over it twice just to be sure she was silky smooth. James said he would pick her up at 11 p.m. sharp, and she didn’t want to be late. She gave her makeup one last look with her bright, green eyes, brought out by her sapphire-colored eyeshadow before she gave her face a dusting of powder and a spritz of finishing spray. Then she donned her six-inch Betsey Johnson shoes and long trench coat, grabbed her purse and a bottle of bubbly, and scurried down the back staircase to the alley, arriving at 10:58 p.m. Just on time, she thought.
The alley behind her building was just out of view of the casual passerby, and her neighbors rarely passed this way–at least not at this time of night. A parking garage was nearby if she needed a quick escape. Her heart beat with excitement to show off her new outfit and her beautiful makeup. She felt like dancing with delight and celebrating with Champagne. She knew she’d get to toast to a beautiful night soon enough, and so she waited for James…